The World Is An Out House Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Vacant lot's houses skeletal in appearance
gaping eyes windows broken
doors oak floors..
Crown moulding of yesteryear kitchens of
fumed proportion rusty appliances
broken down.
Sinks that reek of urine feces stools solid soft
hard brown round green
blue brown black.
Taken aback reeling from the kitchen into the
bathroom I stumble it's dark
and fall to the floor.
I break my fall with a petrified log massive
in proportion mashed to my cheek
the odor of air could kill.
Hearing a shocking grunt as the shadows melodies
resound with a smile.
He says welcome to the worlds outhouse.your invited.